Story Telling: Catching a bat. A tale with a twist.
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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Hello, I'm Philip Philip Lawrence. I'm a short storey tenor. Now, whether it's me that short tour, my storeys are short. Or maybe I just tell tall tales. Well, I'll leave you to decide. But in the meantime, let me tell you this one. I was woken at about two o'clock one morning to the sound of our indoor cat Mags rushing around the house. Needless to say, I try convincing myself that there was nothing too unusual about this except that she was moving from room to room. I could hear those little Tim Panic pours drum running across the hardwood floors. Okay, something's not quite right with this not wanting to wake my wife, I quietly got up and closed the bedroom door behind me. I walked into the family room and, of course, it was pitch dark, but all seemed well. I turned the light on, and there was Mags in the middle of the room, staring intently up to the top of the red brick fireplace chimney breast. Following her gaze, I quickly realised what the commotion was all about. Yeah, they're perched. Just beneath the ceiling was a small bat. Okay, so after some head scratching. I came up with a plan. I went into the garage, picked up a few essentials, an elastic band, a string back, a long extension called and finally the Shop Vac, which, of course, will wake the entire neighbourhood because the bearings are short and it screams like crazy. I had a hunch that Max was going to become instrumental in this exercise. I just didn't want her to be too involved. That's carry Rabies, so I need to be a little bit careful. I returned to the family room and of course I see no cat and no bad. Okay, I thought, If I can find the cat, then I'll have found the bat. And sure enough, the cat was now in my office intently watching the bat flying around the light. Max was sitting quietly in the middle of the room with ahead, rotating like alas. Ooh, okay, I thought, I just have to wait for the little guy. The land. Meanwhile, using the elastic band, I attached the string bag onto the end of the back nozzle. I attached the extension cord to the back on switch on. I waited a few moments, allowing the three of us to become accustomed to the new situation Shop. Fax Screaming didn't seem to bother the cat or the bad. Fortunately, the bat landed and perched upside down on the ceiling light. I slowly pointed the fact nozzle towards the bat until the little guy was safely sucked onto the string bag with Vac still running with nozzle held high, I took the back on the bat outside. I removed the extension cord from the power on Through it outside, I shut the door, paid good night to the cat and the bat on went back to bed. The truly amazing thing about this storey is that my wife slept through the entire thing later that morning. I quickly cheque the shop back and of course, the batter gone. I joined my wife of breakfast and asked her how she slept. Fine. Okay, So did you dream about shop vacs? She gave me one of those looks that only my wife gives may. Um no, she said, Oh, my goodness. Surely I didn't just dream all of this
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Narrator, Amusing, Articulate, Authentic, Calm, Engaging, Friendly, British (General)